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Literature

The Last Warlock, Chapter Two

Even from one hundred yards away, the village stank of fish and other edibles brought in from the river Roanar. The elven diplomat scrunched her nose in distaste. The Roanar was more than a quarter-mile wide at Duran, which nestled along its southern shore. Its clear, slow-moving waters teemed with plant and animal life. Fishermen went out at all hours of the day to retrieve its bounty, which would then be sold fresh, or prepared and salted for travel provisions or future markets. The occasional trapping of a beaver or muskrat punctuated the regular catch of trout, bass, turtles, crayfish, catfish, giant salamanders, pike, sturgeon, and frogs. Raccoon and deer could be seen frolicking along the shore, and ducks were plentiful, swimming in neat squadrons upon the water. A rain that Ahren had called down earlier that day still filtered through the boughs of the overhanging trees, spattering in the dirt and dampening the floor of moss that graced this section of the forest. Azura’s